I snapped my eyes open. A nurse was standing beside me injecting liquid into the IV bag connected with tubes into the veins of my arm.
My eyes met with the words written boldly at the top of the opened door "VIP SUITE 04"
I screened my surroundings to be sure my eyes ain't seeing things, it was indeed not an ordinary hospital room. I had visited the hospital several times because of my grandpa's heart disease to know what a common room for the ordinary looks like, and this room was not one of them. No one in my life little circle would ever be able to afford this kind of luxury, and it's not George, because he had tried to kill me. Then who had saved me from the fire?
"Oh, you're awake!" The nurse beside me beamed in Joy after she noticed my eyes opened.
"God!.. Do you believe in miracles?!" She exclaimed using her hands to cover her lips.
"I must tell the doctor about this right away," she said and hurried out of the room.
I wonder what had happened that night and Eric… oh my Eric, I hope he is alive and well.
*
"Can you wiggle your toes if you can hear me?" The doctor demanded and I wriggled my toes
"Your fingers??" I lifted some of my left fingers.
"The right too," he asked
I complied, and all the while, the female nurse was writing on her Notepad, and the moment our eyes met, she smiled at me. That smile looked so familiar, and I was taken aback when I realized her shocking resemblance with Ivy. The only thing different is their eyes, Ivy got them black but she got a pair of blue.
"You should consider yourself the lucky one, Mrs Lambert." The doctor said after he was done with his examination
"Call me Grace.." I struggled to speak out of the wraps used to cover my face and body, hoping he had heard me.
"You've been in a coma for Eleven months, Many in your situation wouldn't be back whole."
"My family?" I asked
"Well, I'm sorry about them. They all burned to death and You were the only one found rescuable, if you had been bought in just a little longer, you wouldn't have survived, even if you had ten lives."
"Who saved me?" I asked
Silence…
"Well, Mr Van…" The nurse was cut short by the Doctor.
"I'm sorry but we're unable to tell you" The doctor replied, dropping both his hands in his pocket.
"Why?" I demanded
"Because he had asked us not to and we very much respect his privacy" He replied with a smile, then turned to the Nurse
"Miranda.. if you don't learn to shut your mouth when you 're supposed to, I can't guarantee your stay in the hospital for long"
"I'm sorry sir" She replied disappointedly, turning her head to the floor.
"If there is nothing else, I will be on my way," he said and turned to the nurse.
"Meet me in my office before your shift ends. She would need a timetable to take her drugs and meals" he said and didn't bother staying behind to hear her reply.
"Yes sir" The nurse replied even though the doctor was already out of the door
"When will I be out of these strips?" I turned to ask the nurse, referring to the white clothing used to tie my face, arms, and legs, and the smile returned to her face.
I thought I was the only one who smiled this much, she smiled at me every chance she got. I've never seen a nurse so happy about her patient's return or is there something else attached to it?
"Well, we had performed surgery on you to remove the aftermath of the burn on your skin. We have to wait for your skin to heal itself before we can take it off, that would probably be in four weeks from now" she replied
"You are one lucky woman tho." She said and went out of the room.
Lucky? If she had meant me being alive, maybe. But I am as good as dead, I am just a shadow left of my past. Being alive doesn't make me happy, how can I when my family was fried to nothing because of me? The only reason I am still alive is for nothing else except revenge.